The Freshman
Copyright 2005 by EC

Chapter 13 - Suzanne's Studio

By the middle of October Jason and his friends were fully 
adjusted to the routine of the university. They already had 
passed their first midterm in Burnside's freshman class, all of 
them with high "B's". They had a clear understanding of the 
material presented in class to date and seemed well-positioned to 
pass the class on the first try and get one of the university's 
most difficult requirements out of the way. Jason's confidence in 
himself went up as he pushed Ken, Mike, and Lisa to learn the 
material that Cecilia was pressing on him.

Jason continued to model for the afternoon drawing classes. The 
thrill of standing or lying naked in front of a group of 
strangers had diminished over time because he was doing it on a 
routine basis, but it was something he still enjoyed. As he 
continued to work out, Jason became increasingly proud of his 
body and liked showing it off. 

The week following the autograph signing session, the 
photographer Suzanne Foster developed the pictures and delivered 
them to the Tri-Alpha fraternity. There were several boxes of 8 x 
10 photos, all of them pictures of Jason and Lisa posing with 
various fans and people who had attended the nude 10-K race. The 
fraternity already had stacks of envelopes prepared to stuff and 
mail to the charity donors. As soon as Suzanne delivered the 
pictures the fraternity was ready to mail them to their buyers.

In spite of her busy schedule, Cecilia decided to make herself 
available to help Suzanne carry the pictures to the fraternity. 
She wanted to see Suzanne again and get to know her better, so 
helping her with delivering the pictures was a perfect 
justification to get together with her again. Suzanne gladly 
accepted and the two women headed over to the fraternity house in 
Suzanne's dilapidated old car.

Going into the fraternity was a rather strange experience for 
Cecilia. She and Suzanne were greeted by the sight of several 
naked 18-year olds running around the house, busy doing chores 
and keeping the place clean. Most of the pledges had red marks or 
bruises on their bottoms from constant paddling. All of the 
freshmen present had shaved their pubic hair, which was another 
requirement imposed on Tri-Alpha pledges. 

It turned out that the fraternity had a rather severe system of 
hazing freshman pledges. The Tri-Alphas prided themselves on not 
using alcohol as part of their initiations, but the lack of 
drunkenness meant hazing had to take a different form. Instead of 
drinking contests, the fraternity imposed a semester of sexual 
servitude on anyone who wanted to join. Pledges were required to 
be naked any time they were in the frat house. They also were 
required to visit Tri-Alpha's sister sorority on a regular basis 
to clean it up and submit to whatever humiliations the girls 
chose to impose on them. Like the fraternity, whenever the 
pledges were working in the sorority or submitting to its 
members, they had to be completely naked. Upper classmen from the 
fraternity had the right to paddle a pledge at any time for any 
reason, as did members from the fraternity's sister sorority. If 
an upper classman or sorority girl wanted to fondle or humiliate 
a pledge in any way, they were perfectly free to do so. It seemed 
to Cecilia that there were plenty of sorority girls floating 
around the house, taking special delight in dominating the 
pledges. 

As Cecilia and Suzanne carried boxes to a back room that served 
as the fraternity's main office, they passed a patio where three 
sorority girls were spending "quality time" with a naked 18-year 
old. One of the girls was relaxing on a lawn chair. She had taken 
her shoes off, but otherwise was fully dressed. The pledge was on 
his knees licking her feet and sucking her toes while another 
sorority girl was smacking him with a belt. A third sorority girl 
was taking pictures of the pledge with a digital camera. Cecilia 
noticed the girl with the belt was not using good technique: she 
had not doubled it and was not smacking effectively.

While Suzanne and the fraternity president sorted through the 
pictures to place into their proper envelopes, Cecilia decided to 
return to the patio and watch the foot-worshiping session. She 
rolled her eyes as she saw the sorority girl deliver one weak 
ineffective swat after another, on a victim who obviously was not 
feeling the punishment properly. Finally she decided to intervene 
and do something about it. She introduced herself to the sorority 
girls and asked to borrow the belt. Rather surprised, they agreed 
and the girl wielding the implement passed it to the fraternity's 
new guest.

Cecilia addressed the kneeling guy, who continued licking the 
feet of the sorority girl in the lawn chair. He kept his tongue 
on her feet, because he had not been instructed to do anything 
else.

"OK, little pledge. I'm gonna smack you good, and you'd better 
stay right where you are, or I'll get the paddle."

With that Cecilia delivered a crisp SMACK to the exposed backside 
at her feet, leaving a white stripe that quickly turned deep 
pink. The pledge shifted uncomfortably as his hand involuntarily 
went to his bottom to protect it.

"Hey! I didn't say you could do that, little pledge! Just for 
that, I'm gonna give you another!"

CRACK! Cecilia let loose a fearsome blow as the three sorority 
girls looked at her in amazement. The freshman gasped from the 
shock of the smack and the pain tearing into him, but he managed 
to stay still, as required by the rules he had to follow as a 
pledge. Cecilia handed the belt back to the girl who had been 
using it.

"There. Now, that's how you spank a naughty pledge! You double 
the belt and you put your body into it, just like you was playin' 
tennis! Now you try it."

The sorority girl followed her guest's lead, and managed to 
deliver a respectable swat. The freshman began to sweat. His 
afternoon was about to become much more difficult. Cecilia, still 
not completely satisfied with the other girl's performance, took 
back the belt. She then placed her foot between the freshman's 
thighs to force them apart.

"Come-on, boy! Spread 'em! Let's see what you got back there! 
Let's see it, spread nice and wide!"

The freshman complied, exposing himself completely as he spread 
his knees apart. Cecilia paused long enough to get a good look at 
the pledge's bottom-hole, the backs of his testicles, and the 
lower part of his penis. Once she had her victim properly 
positioned, Cecilia twisted her whole body back and delivered a 
blow that was much harder than her first two. 

CRACK!!! The freshman jerked to the side and rubbed his bottom as 
he gave the Dominican a very frightened look. Cecilia's next 
comment was not addressed to him but to the sorority girls.

"Well, I think we can see why you got a problem here. You're not 
disciplining this pledge properly. If you'd trained him right, he 
wouldn't be lookin' up and jerkin' around like this! Now, either 
you train him right, or I'm gonna tell your chapter president 
you're not doin' your job with this guy!"

The girls' expressions changed with Cecilia's last comment.

"No...please...don't! If you say anything, we'll all get it! 
She'll spank us, like...I mean...bare-assed...right in front of 
all the guys!"

"Then do your job!"

The sorority girl administering the punishment gave Cecilia a 
nervous look as she took back the belt. She doubled the leather, 
positioned herself, tightened her lips, and laid into her victim 
full force. 

CRACK!!!

The freshman groaned and gasped as he tried to absorb the shock 
of the latest swat. Unfortunately for him, the girl in the chair 
got into the spirit of Cecilia's lesson.

"Hey, pledge! I didn't tell you to stop licking my feet! You get 
your tongue back between my toes, or we'll really give you 
something to cry about!" She looked up at her friend. "Give him 
another, Heather...and make it a good one!"

CRACK!!!

With difficulty the guy continued licking the sorority girl's 
toes, as one fearsome swat after another marked his unprotected 
backside. Tears began rolling down his cheeks, but he had to obey 
the three sorority girls or get kicked out of the pledge group. 
Of any given Tri-Alpha pledge group, there always were guys who 
were eliminated or disqualified because they couldn't handle the 
physical punishment or please the sorority girls enough. He was 
determined to stay in, and was willing to do what it took to 
please his three tormentors. 

Cecilia was very turned-on, feeling the familiar warm, wet 
sensation build between her legs as she watched the pledge's 
ordeal. Her heart pounded in her chest and her eyes shined with 
an intense, hungry expression as she studied the suffering 
teenager in front of her. She badly wanted to take up the belt 
again and deliver some more swats, but not being a sorority 
member, she decided it was not a good idea to participate any 
further in the guy's hazing. 

A few minutes later Suzanne came back to the patio, chatting with 
the Tri-Alpha chapter president. She looked over at Cecilia as 
she stood watching the hazing. Suzanne then looked at Heather, 
the girl wielding the belt. The expressions on the faces of both 
Heather and Cecilia fascinated Suzanne's instinct for 
photography. She pulled out her camera to take some pictures, not 
of the spanking itself, but instead of Heather's concentrated 
focus and the aroused, hungry look in Cecilia's eyes.

Once her camera was unpacked and the lens adjusted, Suzanne 
became all business, taking advantage of a unique moment to get 
some intense facial shots to add to her professional portfolio. 
Suzanne snapped several pictures of the girls on the patio, but 
only photographed their faces. She was not interested in 
photographing the hazing scene itself, but rather the expressions 
of the participants. She snapped several close-up shots of the 
wide-eyed pledge as he continued to lick the set of toes in front 
of him and wincing as Heather's belt made contact. She turned to 
Cecilia, took some more photos of her clearly aroused expression, 
and finally told her companion it was time to go.

Cecilia resented being pulled away from the hazing, but at the 
same time realized Suzanne was right. They were not sorority 
members and to have stayed any longer would have worn out their 
welcome. As they left the fraternity, she was bewildered by 
Suzanne's detached interest in the spanking scene unfolding on 
the patio and the intense, but unemotional manner in which she 
took her pictures. Suzanne was not aroused, nor shocked, nor 
sympathetic, nor offended. It seemed as though she were 
photographing nothing more an inanimate object. What also 
interested Cecilia was the strange contrast between Suzanne's 
quiet personality and her interest in taking pictures that would 
have controversial content. She relayed her curiosity to the 
photographer.

"I'm not sure how to answer that," responded Suzanne. "I guess 
when I take pictures, what I'm looking for is emotion and mood. 
I'm also looking for...I suppose I'm searching for what's strange 
and what's erotic in everyday life. I think that's the best way I 
can describe it."

"So...you do artistic photography?"

"I don't know if you could call it that, artistic photography, I 
mean. The way I look at it is that I'm not trying to create art. 
It's more like I'm trying to capture emotion. That's what I'm 
really after in my photos."

Cecilia and Suzanne talked a bit more as they made their way back 
to the art department. Their conversation turned to the Tri-
Alphas and the fraternity's odd influence on the university. 
Suzanne explained that she had been the unofficial photographer 
of the Tri-Alphas since the previous spring semester. She had 
taken pictures of several charitable events, displacing a 
professional photographer who was charging extortionately and 
reducing the profits going to the intended causes. Suzanne 
charged nothing for her work, but hoped that her connections with 
the Tri-Alphas and her growing artistic portfolio eventually 
would help her break into the field as a serious photographer.

The fraternity was different from any of the others on campus. 
The members prided themselves on being risk-takers, but always in 
unique and unexpected ways. The Tri-Alphas were the only 
fraternity that did not feature drinking at their events. Instead 
they focused on a variety of other daring activities and physical 
competitions. The annual 10-K run was only one example of some of 
the unusual things its members liked to do. 

The Tri-Alphas' taste for adventure attracted a certain type of 
personality and made the fraternity rather hard to join. A key 
goal of the initiation was to get members to completely get rid 
of any personal inhibitions. Prospective members had to spend an 
entire semester as pledges and undergo constant hazing, which 
eliminated about half of the applicants any given year. The 
hazing was in itself an adventure, of which the 10-K run, being 
kept naked for a full semester, and submitting to constant 
spankings were only part of a much larger journey of sexual 
servitude and erotic experiences. Pledges were specifically 
prohibited from touching any alcohol or drugs, because the 
fraternity wanted its prospective members to be fully aware of 
everything that was happening to them. As a result, the annual 
drinking scandals that plagued the other fraternities never 
affected the Tri-Alphas.

The Tri-Alphas and their sister sorority were blatantly sexual in 
what they enjoyed doing. There were sexual games and other nude 
or erotic events throughout the year, of which the 10-K run was 
by far the most public. There were non-sexual activities as well, 
including the annual Spring Break adventure and trips to exotic 
locations such as mountain climbing in the Chilean Andes. The 
fraternity and its sister sorority were very health-conscious, 
which was another important reason drinking was not a part of 
Tri-Alpha life.

Cecilia, as a dorm Resident Advisor, was well aware of the 
various fraternities on campus. The other fraternities claimed to 
be "wild", but in reality, for all of the others, "being wild" 
meant being constantly drunk. Apart from drinking, preparing to 
get drunk, and recovering from being drunk, the pledges from the 
other fraternities really did very little. For any male student 
who wanted active adventure instead of lying around in a sick, 
drunken stupor, the only real option was joining the Tri-Alphas.

Suzanne invited Cecilia to see the pictures she had taken as a 
freshman the year before. There were numerous large and medium-
sized prints preserved in several large folders. Two things 
immediately struck Cecilia about Suzanne's work. First, the 
pictures, every last one, were excellent in their quality and the 
manner in which Suzanne had composed the shot. She seemed quite 
adept at capturing people's expressions and the inner workings of 
their emotions. Second, many of the pictures were blatantly 
erotic. Suzanne seemed interested in straightforward figure 
photography, but also had taken many pictures of models in a wide 
variety of sexual situations. She had done photo shoots of gay 
and lesbian couples, of older couples, of people in erotic poses 
by themselves, and artistic figure studies of ballet and jazz 
dancers. The eroticism in the pictures surprised Cecilia. 
Suzanne's savagely sensual work hugely contrasted with the 
artist's quiet demeanor and conservative appearance. 

Apart from the erotic figure studies, Suzanne had taken many 
pictures around both the university and throughout Chicago. There 
were photos from numerous athletic events, including two Tri-
Alpha nude 10-K races. There were some landscape shots and a few 
photos of animals. Cecilia was very impressed. She spent more 
than an hour going through her friend's work without realizing 
the passage of time.

Suzanne's photographs excited Cecilia almost as much as watching 
the freshman getting punished on the Tri-Alpha patio. She decided 
to ask the photographer do a couple of photo shoots of Jason, but 
also decided that she wanted to have a photo shoot done of 
herself. Cecilia never had taken any nude pictures of herself nor 
allowed anyone else to photograph her, but suddenly decided she 
wanted to add her own body to Suzanne's artistic portfolio. She 
had no idea why she would want to do such a thing. The idea 
scared her as much as it excited her.

Hesitantly Cecilia brought up the idea of posing, asking if 
Suzanne was interested in having her pose for a figure study 
series. Suzanne readily agreed, enthusiastic at the thought of 
having her dark-skinned exotic-looking acquaintance as a model. 

Suzanne surprised Cecilia by suggesting they do the photo shoot 
right away. She had photographed enough people to gauge their 
emotions prior to a modeling session, could tell that Cecilia 
would become very nervous if she had any time to think it over. 
It was possible she might have reservations and be tempted to 
back out. Suzanne did not what to force or trick Cecilia into 
posing, but she felt that a successful photography session might 
help Cecilia see the beauty in her own body and boost her self-
esteem. The photographer was aware of her ability to capture the 
essence of a subject's personality on film, especially when she 
was doing a figure series. No matter how reluctant a model might 
be to be photographed nude prior to a photo shoot, the reaction 
always was extremely positive once the subject saw his or her 
figure rendered in the developed pictures.

Cecilia's heart pounded as they entered the art department's 
photography studio. There was a plain white backdrop already set 
up. Suzanne explained what she had in mind. The pictures would be 
a stark contrast of Cecilia's dark body standing alone against 
the white background. There would be no other objects in the 
photos; the session would be focused entirely on her bare and 
unadorned figure. To Cecilia the idea seemed a bit simplistic, 
yet at the same time a bit scary. Cecilia's body and soul, 
standing out on that white backdrop, was to be starkly and 
unabashedly exposed to the viewer.

Before setting up, Suzanne told Cecilia to get undressed. "I want 
your clothes off for at least 15 minutes before we start 
shooting, so that you don't have panty-lines marking your waist. 
This photo shoot is all about you, not about what you were 
wearing before we started."

Cecilia stripped and faced the photographer with her hands at her 
sides as the studio fan blew cool air against her exposed body. 
She felt incredibly daring, even though Suzanne had done the same 
thing with dozens of other people over the past year and a half. 
The Dominican began to feel sexually aroused at the thought of 
being so exposed to her new friend, a sensation which mixed with 
fear to make her feel both very vulnerable and very submissive to 
the photographer. Cecilia had never felt this way before. She 
wanted to surrender herself to Suzanne, and in fact, had the art 
student wanted to seduce her at that moment, Cecilia would have 
been perfectly willing to comply and let her do whatever she 
wanted. She began to feel wet between her legs, and worried that 
Suzanne might pick up on her sensual mood.

Suzanne wanted her model to be in a sensual mood for the session, 
but also wanted her mood to be manageable. Upon sensing how 
aroused her model really was, she calmly told Cecilia to go to 
the studio locker room and take a quick shower. 

"It'll help calm your nerves, and also finish off those pressure 
marks from your underwear."

Cecilia showered, but avoided getting her hair wet. It turned out 
Suzanne was right, showering calmed her nerves without ruining 
her over-all mood. Once she dried off, Cecilia returned to the 
studio, where Suzanne was waiting with her camera and backdrops 
ready for action.

Suzanne planned to take some very sensuous and revealing photos 
of Cecilia, but would work up to that as the session progressed. 
She began with a few simple standing poses. Cecilia at first was 
clearly tensed up, but finally managed to relax and stand 
naturally. Suzanne then she had Cecilia walk around the room, 
snapping the camera whenever she walked across front part of the 
backdrop. Next came sitting and kneeling poses, taken from both 
the front and from behind. Suzanne told her model to arch her 
back and spread her legs, capturing the submission in her face 
and arousal in her dark eyes. As Cecilia became more comfortable 
and more aroused, Suzanne began pushing for the photos that she 
really wanted. The model stood confidently, with her legs spread 
and the most secret parts of herself on full display. She knelt, 
facing away from the camera and exposed herself even more. 

Once she had her model in the right mood, Suzanne pressed the 
play button on an old cassette player to fill the room with the 
sound of New Age instrumental music that featured fast drumming. 
Cecilia quickly got into the spirit of Suzanne's selection, 
imagining herself dancing naked in the tropics below a full moon 
at midnight. She danced passionately on the backdrop, only 
vaguely aware of the click-click-click of the camera.

Suzanne rapidly took pictures, reloaded film into her camera, and 
adjusted the lighting. She worked feverishly, but knew better 
than to interrupt her subject and risk spoiling her 
concentration. As a result, she missed some good shots, but got 
plenty of others. After the fast drum-piece ended, Suzanne 
switched to a much slower piece, hoping Cecilia could make the 
change from dancing to a fast piece of music to dancing more 
slowly. Switching music worked with some models, but not with 
others. With Cecilia it worked just fine. Cecilia moved slowly 
and passionately in front of her photographer, now completely 
distracted and not paying attention to her surroundings at all.

Within 40 minutes Suzanne had shot several rolls of film on her 
new model, who now stood in front of her exhausted and sweaty. 
The spell lifted, leaving the Dominican shaken that she had been 
able to surrender herself so completely to her friend's camera. 
As Suzanne unloaded the final roll of film from her camera, she 
was very satisfied with her new friend's performance. Cecilia 
continued to stand against the backdrop, catching her breath and 
sorry to see the modeling session end. Yes, this was something 
she truly had enjoyed.

She could see why Jason enjoyed modeling for the art department, 
but she was convinced modeling for a photographer and being able 
to move about with passion had been much more fun than anything 
Jason had done to date in the art classes. She definitely wanted 
to get him into the studio for some sessions posing for Suzanne. 
She wanted her boyfriend to have his body properly documented on 
film by a gifted professional photographer.

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Several days later Suzanne invited Cecilia back to the art 
department to see the developed pictures. Cecilia was impressed 
by the images' beauty and unabashed eroticism. Cecilia saw a part 
of herself she had not really known existed in images that were 
quite sensual. The pictures were so well done that Cecilia was 
aroused...looking her own body of all things. Suzanne gave her 
copies of all the pictures, and then did something standard for 
the profession, asked her to sign a model's release. Once Suzanne 
took back the release, the Dominican's body became an important 
part of her artistic portfolio.

The two women spent the next hour getting to know each other 
better as they ate at a natural food restaurant Suzanne liked. 
When the restaurant played a song by the banned group "Socrates' 
Mistresses" the conversation turned to the band and the fact that 
Cecilia had corresponded enough with Kimberly Lee-Dolkivna to 
consider her a friend. It turned out Suzanne was a fan of the 
group as well as was very impressed upon finding out about her 
friend's connection with the Danubian band. Upon finishing dinner 
they returned to Cecilia's dorm room so that Suzanne could hear 
the newest CD in its entirety. 

Back in Cecilia's room the two women opened up to each other, 
sharing personal secrets that neither had shared with anyone else 
at the university. The friendship between them deepened as they 
discovered even more details about their lives they had in 
common. They were somewhat surprised to find out they came from 
similar family situations and that both were estranged from their 
parents. 

Cecilia was much less forgiving of her family than Suzanne seemed 
to be of her father. For some reason the words "fuckin' bitch" 
sealed Cecilia's heart against not only the brother who spoke 
them, but also against her mother and her entire neighborhood. 
She had no intention of allowing anyone from her family back in 
her life, to the extent that during her freshman year she bought 
a phone with a caller ID function to screen any calls coming from 
New Jersey. If a call came from area codes 201 or 973, she simply 
did not pick up. Eventually calls from the two area codes 
diminished and ceased, and with that Cecilia made the final break 
with her life prior to college. She had not had any contact with 
anyone in New Jersey since the beginning of the year.

Cecilia talked at length about her family's apathetic attitude 
over her academic success and her mother's complete opposition to 
her studies in Chicago. She went on to describe, in bitter 
detail, the scorn and contempt heaped on her by her brothers and 
her female classmates year after year as she struggled to get 
through high school. She repeated the final words that pushed her 
to run to catch the departing bus to Chicago. The Spanish accent 
and bad grammar from her Dominican childhood came out in her 
speech as the deep anger in her character surfaced: 

"They called me a 'fuckin' bitch'...my fuckin' brothers did, and 
even my mom. That's what they called me, Suzanne, a fuckin' 
'puta', and I ain't never gonna forgive 'em! I ain't no bitch, 
but I ain't gonna do what they want!"

Suzanne, who was a much quieter person than Cecilia, was a bit 
taken aback by her friend's sudden display of temper and 
bitterness. However, the Dominican's unpleasant memories about 
her family matched Suzanne's own about her father. Suzanne 
confided the grim recollection of seven years of terror she had 
endured being physically and mentally abused after her parents 
got divorced and her mother mysteriously left. The physical abuse 
from her father lasted from the time Suzanne was eleven until she 
was fourteen. She did not go into details, but related that the 
physical abuse abruptly stopped, only to be followed by 
continuous verbal abuse, insults, and put-downs that continued up 
through the day Suzanne graduated from high school. Suzanne, like 
Cecilia, did very well in her studies, but that was in spite of, 
not because of, her father's role in her life. 

Finally the two women finished talking about their pasts. It was 
quite late and Suzanne needed to get to sleep. Cecilia handed her 
a recorded cassette of the "Socrates' Mistresses" music from the 
latest CD. Ordinarily Cecilia would not have dreamt of recording 
her Danubian friend's music to pass out to anyone. However, she 
trusted Suzanne not to give it out to anyone else, and besides, 
"Socrates' Mistresses" was not allowed to sell anything in the US 
anyway. Suzanne departed back to her own room, taking with her 
the tape. 

As she lay awake thinking about her past, Cecilia realized 
something important from her conversation with Suzanne. What she 
realized was a detail that, over time, would help her come to 
terms with her own unpleasant memories. It seemed Suzanne's 
father treated her with complete hatred and malice, while 
Cecilia's family treated her the way they did largely out of 
ignorance and the street's disdain for formal education. Whatever 
their faults, Cecilia could never claim that her family actually 
hated her while she was growing up. Instead, they rejected her 
because she was an outsider to the values and social demands of 
the neighborhood's subculture.